This is a small shop filled with foreign charm, yet inside sits a sophisticated and elegant man. Long Linger immediately recognized him as the uncle who gave her the movie ticket some time ago, and she felt a sudden liking for him.
"Really? Have we met before? I seem to not remember very well." Yeh Feili proficiently played with the tarot cards, his eyes carrying a hint of mystery.
Long Linger shrugged her shoulders and sat across from Yeh Feili, "Alright, uncle, it's okay if you don't remember! Since I'm here, I might as well have a reading! How much do you charge for a fortune-telling?"
"That depends on destiny. If luck isn't favorable, I won't charge anything, but if it's good, it might cost over ten thousand! Little girl, do you have the courage to play a round?"
"What determines whether the luck is good or bad?"
Long Linger never worried about money; she'd play no matter the cost, but she showed great curiosity about this odd fee structure.
